This is a post most inferior
You might even call it posterior
I tried to think of one eerier
Then took on the search for one cheerier
So before I grow any wearier
I’ll just post this post most inferior
Ferns are friendly to a fault
Until you cross ’em
Then they’re nault
Unable to fly after an all night binge featuring too many shots of rye and not enough parakeets, Zorro the Duck staggered through Golden Gate Park with a head full of hammers that wouldn’t quit playing at blacksmiths. He hoped to make it to his office in one piece and fall onto his couch for a week or two, where he would be tendered mercy by his spinster get-out-the-vote secretary, Susan B. Anthony. Yesterday’s Cliff House visit had turned up nothing but a sarcastic gull and a couple of goon seals who found it amusing to play ‘dunk the duck’. Zorro was no closer to finding the missing pelican, and his client was the kind of bird who expressed disappointment in a manner not to be viewed by children unless accompanied by an adult. Another day in San Francisco, another stumble down the trash lane of life.
The man who speaks of JEN-yoo-ine
Instead of JEN-yoo-in
Began a letter home, “Dear Kine’:
He had in mind “Dear Kin.”
Who? A humorous grammar guy. Trust me.
“No, rogue elephant mail inspector! It’s not what it looks like. I’m not the thief, I tell you!”
I have nothing to say today, and so I’d like to take this opportunity to say it.
This is the Forest Prime Evil, a hoot and a holler down the road from the Forest Secondary Evil. Hack your way in there, and boy howdy, you’ll soon see why it’s Prime. If you happen to escape (I laugh), sure you’ll be wearing the mark of fear forever and a day. What’s in there? Between you and me and the lamppost, think tentacles, beaks, razored claws, toxic slobber, stench, and insurance forms.
This flower, Spanish Maria, is seriously training to take part in the Miss Blossom Pageant of 2012. Having just emerged from a half hour bout of strenuous exercise in the sauna, she is on her way to plunge into an ice bath, drink a fertilizer shake, and enjoy a twenty minute nap before tackling her punishing afternoon regimen. Best of luck, Maria.
For never was a Storie of more Wo,
Then this of Iuliet and her Romeo.
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